Chapter 290 Incident

The cool fire was passing through his throat and reaching his stomach, suppressing the nameless fire rising in his heart.

Ed was drinking wine, and in Daisy's eyes, every sip he took was like swallowing a ball of flowing gravel.

The kind mixed with shit. Daisy declined the wine bag offered by Roger Ryswell and twisted her waist to reveal the wine bag she had been wearing since Bear Island.

Rorge cautiously sipped his wine and looked up at the moonlight in the sky, "Sir Ed, I don't think we can rule out the possibility of a night attack by the Skinners."

"Maybe, maybe not." Ed gave an ambiguous answer.

This obviously cannot satisfy Rorge, who has been more impatient than others since the beginning of the war, Daisy thought, and Rorge's reaction was the same.

"We need to make a detailed defense plan, we are at a disadvantage, Lord Ed!"

The Duke used his gray eyes to carefully study the eldest son of Ryswell, who spoke loudly, and answered him slowly and slowly:

"I have arranged for your brother and Lord Victor Waterman to be responsible for the reconnaissance and defense tonight, so don't worry about it."

Rorge frowned, "Brother? Rickard? Why didn't he tell me?"

"That's your family's problem, don't talk about it in the Duke's military tent!" Daisy said with a stern face without giving him any face.

"Sorry, my question, sir, please continue." Roerjie didn't seem to expect that he would be lectured by a woman. He blushed, pursed his upper lip and pursed his lower mouth, and stopped talking.

Seeing that no one was speaking, Daisy looked at Ed, "Bolton has long wanted to kneel down. It is impossible for him to make up his mind to fight against us in this situation."

"How is that possible?" Someone immediately objected. "He arrested the commoners who had gone to Lake Town to prepare for the winter, and burned down the lord's farm. Roose Bolton knew how just and honor-seeking Lord Eddard was. "

"He's provoking! Provoking Stark's traitor!"

"He wants to make bigger terms," ​​Daisy had to retort loudly, "Beyond the Great Wall, we don't know the news about the Night's Watch. Mance Rayder, the King Beyond the Wall, and a hundred thousand wildlings are storming the Great Wall, and the west coast The iron type has not been driven away yet, so Lao Skinner took down the Last Hearth City and Kahor City to gather strength, just thinking "

"What does he want to do? Want to be Joffrey's Warden of the North!"

"I want to reach an unconditional reconciliation with the Duke, and I want to use the Last Hearth City and Kaho City to force us." Daisy responded, lowering her head, and her expression became gloomy.

The people around wanted to speak, but were stopped by Ed. He looked at Daisy with both scrutiny and trust in his eyes.

"Say what you have to say, Daisy Mormont."

Daisy nodded, "Old Skin is challenging the bottom line of the people in the north, burning hundreds of miles of farmland around them, driving away farmers, and arresting civilians who have spent the winter, destroying their homes, and enslaving their bodies. He has not considered it. I want to give you a message about how other people spend their winters.”

After she said this, she suddenly stopped and looked at Ed blankly.

"What information?" Ed frowned. He was used to being direct, and he needed to adapt to the change.

"He took down the two castles that can best support the Night Watch, just in case."

"This is a very serious accusation!" Rorge Ryswell suddenly said, staring at Daisy, "Bear, if what you want to say is Roose Bolton's intention."

"The Great Wall is undefended in the south. If the skinners let the savages cross the Great Wall"

"Destroy yourself in the north!"

"Tear off his old skin! I'm afraid even my dog ​​will dislike the pickled smell hidden in it!"

"Old gods bless you."

"Greatjon Umber and Karstark are both on the warship in White Harbor. Bolton is looking for death!"

The military tent quickly boiled up, and the noise was like a dense wolf forest.

"That's enough!" Ed tapped the table, and the military tent quickly became quiet.

Even though his son failed in the south, Eddard Stark, the Duke of Winterfell, is still a just and majestic direwolf in the eyes of the Northerners and the backbone of the North.

Everyone looked at Ed, only he could decide to stay or go.

"Hold here," Eddard said, "and wait for Mandalay, Umber, and Karstark's armies to disembark and join forces."

"yes!"

After everyone left, he left Daisy alone.

"The army relies on your scout cavalry."

"I understand." Daisy nodded firmly, she didn't want to disappoint the Duke.

"The logistics line is too long and too large. It is not easy to ensure supplies. Let your scouts go out for a walk, and you may be able to discover the surprise of the old god in a noble's cellar."

"clear!"

Standing on the shoulders of the watchtower, the alternating cold winds from north to south made the soldiers guarding the tower tremble.

A warm hand rested on his cold shoulder, "Are you cold?"

He was frightened again, looked back, and said respectfully: "Master Potts, I thought you went back to sleep."

"Guards without vigilance only deserve to be skinned and hung on the city walls." Poz's unique baby voice sounded ridiculous when paired with the threats, but the soldiers who heard it trembled and made a sound that was not cold but from the source. Trembling with fear.

"My lord, I, I just, I was too absorbed in staring at Stark, I."

Botz smiled with satisfaction and patted him on the shoulder, "I'm scaring you, are you serious? Hahaha!" He turned to look at the dark Stark army. He had already advised Lord Bolton to go for a night attack. But the latter always believed that Ed Stark would choose to send an envoy to negotiate first, so he repeatedly refused.

"Isn't this giving the opportunity to others?" He muttered. Feeling the fatigue caused by staying up late, he turned around and left.

But a faint rustling sound in the distance stopped him.

"Did you hear that?" Boz raised his hand and asked the soldier.

"What?"

"A voice from far away."

"No, they are staying quietly in the woods, there is nothing wrong with them."

"No, it's not from there." Boz did not face the direction of the Stark army, but looked sideways to the east of the low hill.

Countless ships, countless torches, fireballs thrown by catapults and rubble all over the sky.

"Why," Boz's face turned pale, "Why didn't anyone warn the sea? This shouldn't be done, this shouldn't be done."

"We warned you, look!"

It was a warning, indeed. Boz looked at the beacon tower set up on the river bank for early warning. It was hit by the fireballs and boulders projected by the fleet, and a huge "bang" sound spread throughout the mountains.

Who is it? Boz looked at the fleet in the distance.

It's too huge, this can't be Mandalay's army!

On the flag spread by the sea breeze, there were drawings that he had seen but never imagined could appear in this land.

Baratheon's crowned stag banner!

Side by side, countless arrows, countless stone throws, the early warning beacons and the sentry warnings on the Dreadfort all turned into jokes at this moment.

This is a fortification to defend the old and broken fleet in White Harbor, not to defend the royal fleet in the south!

"Long live Storm's End!"

"Long live Dragonstone!"

"Long live Baratheon!"

"Long live the Queen!"

There was a roar of people, and the fleet broke through the ice and landed.

Knight Boz of the Stormland's head suddenly became numb, his vision went dark, and he stumbled to the ground.